Storm
By the time we finished packing for the long weekend, my stomach was so tightly knotted I could barely breathe.
We grabbed a quick lunch before leaving, but calling what I ate lunch was generous. I pushed food around my plate, forcing myself to swallow a few bites while my appetite disappeared beneath a mountain of anxiety.
We tidied the dorm room, checked that we hadn’t forgotten anything, and finally headed downstairs.
A short time later, I found myself sitting in the back seat of Julie’s dark-grey Porsche Cayenne, with Lilly beside me.
Leah was driving, while Julie sat in the passenger seat.
And we were heading straight into enemy territory.
The Celtic Moon Pack.
My stomach twisted again.
Outside, heavy rain hammered against the windows, blurring the Irish countryside int
